A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

Last week I started Renata Adler's Speedboat (1976), a book I found on Pulp Fiction's "Staff Picks" shelf and discovered in its episodic fiction not a speedboat but a slow moving raft.

Beside the first paragraph I wrote "Tamara Henderson!" Then an arrow pointing here: "That was a dream, of course, but many of the most important things, I find, are the ones learned in your sleep."